The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 1159: One Hundred Years Plan

lnmao.org, the fastest update to the latest chapter of the Demon King Butler!

Boom boom boom!

The violent thunder above his head continued to bombard and roared with anger. That day, the Lei Giant Sword was also constantly charging downwards, trying to kill all the creatures below it into scum.

However, the black palm shadow has been there forever, but like a shield, it completely blocked the nine days of thunder from the void.

And Zhuo Fan was not in a hurry, as if he was very confident in his move, so he floated in the air with ease, slowly flying towards the execution platform.

No one stopped him, because the Prime Minister Baili Jingwei and the King of Ten Swords were completely stunned when they watched the appearance of this terrifying opponent that had not been seen in a century. The sword star guards did not stop either, because they, like all the people in the imperial capital, saw that under the torture of the celestial pole, there were people who could stop it, which was completely dumbfounded.

Zhuo Fan, like a **** descending from the sky, just floated to the execution platform in the sluggish gaze of everyone, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he bowed his head to those who had already closed their eyes awaiting death. Everyone went.

People didn't bother, and the audience was so quiet, it seemed that a needle fell on the ground, and it was all clearly audible.

"Buddy, when did I teach you that in the face of a strong enemy, should I be so complacent?"

Luo Yunhai, who was waiting for the end of his time, suddenly heard this familiar voice, and his body trembled suddenly, his face instantly stiffened, and then slowly opened his eyes, raised his head, and reflected Under the dazzling blazing sun, he actually saw that one, which made him think about his long-lost familiar face, and a warm current immediately greeted his heart, and his eye sockets instantly moistened.

The dignified leader of the Luo League in Xizhou, Luo Yunhai, the man who sits in the second place in Xizhou, no one would have thought that at this moment, he was like a child, choked up: "Zhuo... Brother Zhuo... …"

"Master!"

"Steward Zhu!"

Immediately afterwards, the other members of the Luo family opened their eyes one after another, looking at the white figure standing in front, looking overjoyed, and yelling excitedly. The pillar of the Luo family, Zhuo Fan, the first-generation butler, who has not been seen in a century, finally returned.

Luo Yunchang looked at him deeply, his eyes were red, he didn't speak, his eyes exuded a little bit of anger, but more of it was joy, and tears couldn't stop falling.

The carnival of the Luo family spread throughout the square of the imperial capital, causing the other felons to open their eyes and look over, but they were all shocked.

"Zhuo Fan...he is not dead?"

Ling Yuntian and many people have mists in their eyes, while Murongxue exhales and smiles happily. Fortunately, he didn't break his promise, and finally came, otherwise this girl will be buried in confusion!

When Wu Randong heard the sound, he immediately opened his eyes and looked at it. A light smile crossed the corner of his mouth and said quietly: "Hall Master, you are finally here!"

"Hall Lord? He is the Lord of our Heavenly Demon Hall, Lord Dark Night Demon Lord?" Hearing this, the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Hall couldn't help being shocked, and looking at the thunder sword that was blocked above their heads, they were even more excited.

"Yes, it's the hall master, he is our hall master!"

"Hall Lord, you have come to save us, see the Lord!"

"See the lord!"

One person took the lead, and the other disciples started to shout. Although they were kneeling, they tried their best to knock down their heads at Zhuo Fan, with excitement in their eyes.

At this moment, the rest of the people were shocked again. Zhuo Fan, is the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace? The Night Demon Lord who controls the underground forces of the five states?

For a while, the entire execution platform was boiling. It was full of speed and noisy. Everyone's eyes were shocked and confused. How did the Grand Marshal of the Four States at that time become the leader of the strongest underground power in a century?

In the discussion above, the people below also looked at Zhuo Fan in amazement, pointing and guessing about his identity. Who is it that can stop the celestial punishment and cause such multiple criminals to pursue it?

In an instant, people's focus seemed to be on Zhuo Fan, but no one realized that this was the execution platform, the place where the Sword Star Empire executed the felon, and it was sacred and abnormal. Above their heads, there is still a thunder sword that destroys the world!

His face couldn't stop shaking slightly, Baili Jingwei's complexion was indifferent, gently raised his hands, and patted.

And with the clapping sound, those noisy voices suddenly stopped and stopped in an instant. The people below looked at the top with jealousy, as if they had only realized that this is the center of the imperial capital. It is not possible to make trouble. The emperor and the prime minister are watching from above. Don't be inattentive and involve yourself.

Everyone on the execution stage also suddenly closed their mouths, their faces heavy. Although Zhuo Fan is here, can I save them safely? After all, here, but the sword star is here, and the ten sword kings are all together, how can it be so easy to save people?

I am happy now, but it is too early...

Looking at Zhuo Fan closely, Baili Jingwei smiled unconsciously, and said leisurely: "Mr. Zhuo, it's been a long time since I saw you. I thought you were dead. I regretted it for a few years, but I didn't expect it. You actually showed up again, which really pleases the original appearance. This time, we can compete again, ha ha ha..."

"Wait a minute, I'll talk about the old things for a while, I'll deal with this stuff on my head first. Otherwise, there is always a sword hanging on my head, which really makes me uneasy. Be careful of thumping and thumping, huh. Haha..."

A wicked smile crossed the corner of his mouth, Zhuo Fan gave a chuckle, slowly raised his right arm, and then slammed a punch in everyone's solemn eyes.

Boom!

The huge black hand shadow in the sky also squeezed inward fiercely, but only after a short while, the thunderous giantsword exploded with a bang, turned into stars and scattered around. The mighty power swept all directions at once. The formation masters who were in the formation, received the recoil of the formation, could not help but vomit several blood, and then fell back hurriedly, their complexion instantly pale, and their eyes were full of panic. The imperial capital looked at the lively people, but was also crushed by this violent momentum, their breath stagnated, and their heart was shocked. They looked at Zhuo Fan's eyes, full of fear.

The **** of sword star, the celestial torture left by the ancestor Baili Yutian, was so easily destroyed, how could it be possible?

The pupils couldn't stop shrinking, the ten sword kings were shocked when they saw this, and their expressions sank. One palm ruined the Celestial Thunder Sword, even the Sword King couldn't do it.

The skill of this kid is not what it used to be...

Clapped his hands lightly, as if he had done a trivial thing, Zhuo Fan turned towards Baili Jingwei again, grinned, and said leisurely: "Master Prime Minister, what do you want to talk about?"

Provocation!

My heart was dreadful, Baili Jingwei's complexion darkened, but soon he let out a laugh, clapped his hands and said: "Hehehe...Mr. Zhuo is both civil and martial, and the latitude and latitude are incomparable, but sometimes the trend is gone. Even if a prodigy like Mr. Zhuo makes a move, I am afraid it will not be able to turn things around!"

"Oh, really, how do you know?"

"Isn't it obvious, Mr. Zhuo has already taken a shot in the past few days in retreat, and has taken the four states." He couldn't help but slapped up to the sky, and Baili Jingwei smiled triumphantly: "Like the next reunion today. No matter how good you are, and you have insufficient chess pieces in your hand and cannot borrow, what can you do? But the truth is that you can mobilize all the fighting power of the five states and destroy you, just like you did! You broke into it alone! My imperial capital center is really self-inflicted, hehehe..."

Hearing this, Ling Yuntian and the others couldn't help shaking their heads and sighing.

Yes, they used to be able to rely on the four states with their backs to defend against the central states, but now they have lost all four states, they are no longer capable of fighting, and with only one person, how can they beat the five states soldiers and horses? Where's Xiongfeng?

Back then, Baili Yutian was just fighting against the power of the two states, and it was almost killed. Now only Zhuofan is alone, how can he... sigh...

Everyone was shaking their heads in frustration, and was not optimistic about Zhuo Fan's actions, and there was darkness ahead. Only a few people in the Luo family understood that Gu Jing did not wave, and did not feel lonely.

Zhuo Fan pondered a little, but also showed a weird smile: "Master Prime Minister, you are right. With my own strength, without chess pieces and combat power in my hand, how can I fight such a huge empire? It's just that. ...How do you know that I have no soldiers available?"

"How..."

The heart slammed, a heart from Baili Jingwei suddenly lifted up, and the eyes that looked at Zhuo Fan were also full of suspiciousness: "I have completely pulled out the power of the Temple of Demon in Zhongzhou, it is impossible for Mr. Zhuo. The forces in other places can pose a threat to my Zhongzhou? Ha ha ha... Are you scaring me? If so, you would have done it a long time ago, and you have to wait until now? I don’t believe it, you have not had the power to follow my empire for a hundred years In World War I, the power is now greatly damaged, but now there is this power?"

With a raised eyebrow, Zhuo Fan is noncommittal: "There are some things, you can't help but believe it, maybe... is that true?"

"What do you mean?" My heart trembled, Baili Jingwei stared at him closely, and the anxiety in my heart gradually arose.

A faint smile crossed the corner of his mouth, revealing a sense of mystery. Zhuo Fan exhaled and said leisurely: "If you want to know, Master Prime Minister might as well deduct this one-hundred-year plan again. Naturally, it will be clear at a glance!" /

"Okay, Mr. Zhuo, please advise!"

Staring closely at his eyes, after thinking about it for a few moments, he finally nodded slightly. Originally, if this was a request made by others, he would only sneer and dismiss it. Because of his stunning plans, how can ordinary people deserve to listen?

Only Zhuo Fan, this lifelong opponent, is worthy of him instead of seeing tricks and tricks, step by step. It is as if two chess masters play against each other. His ingenious plan for this game is perfect only if he has a bosom friend to listen to. And his old enemy is the best soulmate!

"Then Mr. Zhuo, you have to listen carefully. Everything started after the Great War of Five States in a hundred years. Although the empire was plunged into the most difficult turmoil in history, but the real look I have never left the vast land of five states..."